Never trust me...

Promises...

I hate people who break promises. And yes I can easily say that but me most of the time I keep my promise, but the odd occasion I break promises. This promise I made, I thought I'd be able to keep it... Turns out I didn't.

I swore that I'd never use a knife again to harm me...

I promised that I'd never ever use it again. I was fairly confident I was never gonna have to... But as you could guess, I was wrong. I wanted to be 'battle scar' free as I call it, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't think straight and yes I resulted in giving myself some more battle scars.

I said that nothing would make me go over board and reveal my old best friend. But one day it made me so bad, I had a panic attack I didn't want anything bad to happen to anyone so I panicked, cried and cried. I thought of the worst things that could happen. This lead me to the worst... My best friend was revealed again and hopefully for the last time...